I am a self-taught artist living as a wife and mom with my little family. In the last year I’ve spent all my spare time painting my emotions, my experiences, my feelings.
One thing drives me, to live the inner silence. Greater silence or peace - before taking a paintbrush - I had never experienced. So my paintings can be considered as byproducts of seeking my inner peace. I have no intention with my paintings. I don't want to make other people happy, change the world or create something beautiful and good. I just want to find myself... inside.
The amazing thing is that this happens many times. I don't say that every time I paint I get into a meditative state. Neither do I say that the miracle happens every time. But it happens often enough to take my paintbrushes again and again and lose myself in my inner world. Who already experienced this knows that you can become dependent upon it and chase this tingly inner peace almost obsessively, this nothing that you can find inside. If during my seeking something for myself an appeal to others is created, it is a double pleasure for me. These times I sell them with pleasure.